Saturday Night Electric Fever.

Shock to the heart, and you're to blame.
Lightnin' you make life a real pain.

I still get wet
running in the rain

You make life a real pain.

A good night out is what you sell,
Then suddenly heaven lit up for a spell.

We ran for cover under a tree,
But that is the last place that you're s'posed to be!

WOAHHHHHH, thunder like a gun
WOAHHHHHH, there's no where to run. The sky is lit up like the light from the sun.

Shock the heart, and you're to blame,
You make life a real pain!

I still get wet
running in the rain

You make life a real pain.

Doppler Radar Report. 4/9/08

Doppler Radar Report- 4/4/08

(please excuse the saloon- I started drawing it and then I forgot what a saloon actually looked like besides the short swinging doors. and, i'm not at a saloon, and i probably wont go to one ever unfortunately. i'm not drinking a glass of red wine either, i'm just projecting.)

And I feel like there's a black labrador in the picture somewhere

It's not even raining right now. It's sort of like a heavy mist. Like if you were to live in Maine or something, right on the ocean, and you'd talk like a salty sea dog all the time and eat saltwater taffy and lobstah and clam chowdah.

And then the wind would blow and the mist would float sideways, making your umbrella totally useless, so instead you have to wear one of those giant, yellow rain suits that have the pants underneath with suspenders. And under your raincoat you'd have to wear a cable nit wool sweater because it's a bit nippy out, yah?

And Martha would call you when the chowda was hot enough, and you'd place the lobstah trap on the rocky coastline and trek into the sea house with a mansard roof but stop just short once you got through the door to take off your galoshes because you didn't want Martha to yell at you for tracking that salty sea mist into the house like you always do. You've got a piece of seaweed stuck to your boot.

Tornado Warning!

Last night I was nestled in the sweet bosom of my couch, watching a compelling episode of the Biggest Loser with my roommates. We were right about to see the final weigh-in, when the regularly scheduled program was interrupted with a rainbow of cutting edge graphics and dramatic muzak. "YES!" I exclaimed internally, "A WEATHER ADVISORY!"

A concerned weatherwoman appeared to give us the grave news. A tornado warning was issued for the northernmost counties of New Jersey. A pixelated Doppler Radar image was showing us the goods. Fair enough, I thought...but is that really all they got?

No sooner did that thought cross my mind did the lovely weatherwoman begin to say something like, please go to your basement and cover yourself with blankets and towels. She also said, please go in your closet and like, cover yourself with coats and stuff.

I've never heard of this before. Correct me if i'm wrong, but I don't think covering yourself with fabric is going to do any good in a tornado. Worse case scenario, it will get whipped around your body and give you rug burns. Or it could be twisted around your neck. I don't know, obviously, because i'm not from Kansas so I don't KNOW tornadoes in like, the biblical sense. all I know is that seems superfluous. (btw i dont know how superfluous is pronounced IRL. I'm pronouncing it in my head like 'superpower' minus power and plus fluous like flu+mucus= flu(c)ous)

If it were shitty out, you might actually be jealous.

Just an FYI:

This is what the weather in Vancouver is like ALL YEAR LONG.

60ish. On the humid side. Temperate breezes. Overcast. Occasionally rain.

When my brother was living there, he said it once rained for the entire month of January. Solid. At first I didn't believe him, but other people from Vancouver I've talked to says it happens a lot.

I'm glad tomorrow is going to be sunny. It's not raining right now, but it feels like it could at any minute.

I still need a jacket.